{"id":10927,"date":"2025-06-17T16:51:51","date_gmt":"2025-06-17T20:51:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/the-whole-of-it-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2025-06-17T16:51:51","modified_gmt":"2025-06-17T20:51:51","slug":"the-whole-of-it-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/the-whole-of-it-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"The Whole of It \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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By Maria Popova<\/h3>\n
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Because we are creatures made of time<\/a>, what we call suffering is at bottom a warping of time, a form of living against it and not with it \u2014 the pain of loss, aching for what has been and no longer is; the pain of longing, aching for what could be but is not yet and may never be; the pain of loneliness, an endless now hollowed of meaning. There can be consolation in looking backward to fathom the staggering odds of never having been born<\/a>, and in looking forward toward the immortal generosity of our atoms<\/a>. But nothing calibrates our losses of perspective, nothing consecrates these transient lives bookended by not yet and never again, more than broadening our time horizon until the vista of our own lives becomes not a discrete point but part of a great continuity \u2014 one that comes alive in this splendid poem by Hannah Fries:<\/p>\n